Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 71 A Small Price War

  The adults of each family are teaching their children to stop talking nonsense outside. Man Bao was originally a child of the Zhou family. As for why such rumors appeared, of course it was because Goudan's grandmother was not dealing with Manbao's mother, so she made up nonsense to deceive Goudan.

  The children believe it, because adults often say something without evidence, such as the Dongjia’s aunt’s dish was pulled, and she didn’t see it, but she would definitely scold the Xijia and believe that it was the Xijia stole.

The atmosphere in Zhou Dayuan’s home was very depressing. The family ate their supper in silence. After eating, Zhang shook his cheeks, and said to his grandson that he hated iron and steel, “I know that you’re not allowed to tell the truth about what the family says in the future. Do not?"

   Zhou Dayuan put down the bowls and chopsticks and snapped: "What are you yelling at the child? If you didn't say something at home, would the child spread it out?"

  Then what I said was also the truth. Zhang opened his mouth and said, Zhou Dayuan stared at her with wide eyes, lowered his voice and said angrily: "If you want to die, don't tire the whole village."

  Zhang couldn’t help muttering, “The government doesn’t talk about sitting even...”

   Zhou Dayuan slapped her with a slap, the donkey stood up in shock and couldn't help but screamed.

   "Father!"

   Zhou Dayuan glared at him and said, “Don’t forget, who gave the ration that allowed our family to live back then, the elders said, people, don’t forget your kindness!”

  The donkey lowered his head.

   Zhang's face was covered, shy and annoyed, he pushed the table directly and went back to the house.

  Zhou Dayuan also took out a pistol to smoke, also feeling irritable.

  Old Zhou’s house was also disturbed. Everyone was extremely silent tonight. Only Man Bao knew nothing. She calculated today’s account as usual. The handover should be kept by her.

  Friday Lang sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating.

  Man Bao looked at him for a long time, then turned his head and asked the sixth brother in a low voice, "What's wrong with the fifth brother?"

Saturday Lang also sighed and whispered, "When we went to the county town today, many people sold flower baskets, one for the more expensive three cents, and one for the cheaper two cents. Finally, we lowered the price to three cents before we sold them. ."

  Saturday Lang said: "Fifth brother explained that we will not sell flower baskets tomorrow, so we will sell candies, so I don't have to go with us."

  Man Bao recalled the chicken he had eaten tonight, and swallowed, "No, we have to find a business that others can't replace, or others can't easily replace."

  Friday Lang said: "Sell sugar!"

  Man Baodao: "Our candy is unique on the market, so Man Bao, let's sell more sugar."

  Man Bao disagreed, "The sugar was also bought from others."

  Friday Lang thinks too, if they do business in the future, what if they don’t sell sugar to them and take the plate themselves?

  It’s not as good as the one hundred pieces sold every day. Although the business is small, it’s a unique one, and it’s a long run.

  Friday Lang sighed and asked: "Then what business do you say is good?"

  Man Bao said honestly: "I don't know."

   She thought very much, "Anyway, I can earn at least one hundred wen a day, and one hundred wen can buy two smaller chickens."

  That is, they can not only eat one chicken a day, but also throw one out in the past.

Thinking about this, Man Bao became happy again, saying: "Fifth brother, since the flower baskets are not available for sale, let's go to pull the Centella asiatica. Let's save up two days of sugar and go to the county town again. You have to I’ve tried my best to read, and now you don’t know as many words as you can."

  Wu Lang felt that literacy was too difficult. He would rather follow the fourth brother to open up wasteland than literate.

He himself was unwilling to admit defeat, so he didn’t listen to all the treasures. The next day he still took the flower basket to the county town. This time he really couldn’t sell it, except for two children who bought it because they liked the candies in the flower basket. In addition to two, he couldn't sell the other twenty or so flower baskets.

  Looking at the end of the time, it will be dark if you don't go back. Wushu Lang didn't sell it with sugar at all, and delivered it directly with a penny and a flower basket.

  Frirou thinks, anyway, bamboo sticks don’t need money, if you rob business with me, then I’ll grab it too.

  He directly reduced the price to one penny, and the flower baskets of other vendors could not be sold immediately.

  Friday Lang finished selling his things, patted his **** and left. When he went home, he bragged about it to Man Bao and the others.

  Man Bao shook his little head and said: "Fifth brother, you are harming others by doing this."

  Thursday Lang also said: "You have offended people like this. Next time you go to the county to do business, I'm afraid you will be targeted."

Friday Lang said: "I'm not afraid. It was obviously that they targeted me first, huh, they learned that we sold flower baskets, and they sold them. The price is the same as mine, or one penny lower than mine, I can accept it. What's the matter of selling three texts and two texts directly?"

  Saturday Lang supported his fifth brother, "Those people are annoying, knowing that we are an old business, many children look for us, and they walk around us to sell them, and they will follow wherever we go."

  Man Bao also followed: "Too bad!"

  Thursday Lang stopped talking now, and their brothers are not muddled. Since they have been bullied to this point, of course they cannot be bullied.

  But everyone knows that the flower basket business cannot be done, at least not during this time, otherwise Goro and the others will go to the county seat, I am afraid they will be beaten.

   However, Chu Lang and Man Bao were very happy, and one said: "Then stay at home and start a wasteland with me."

  One said: "It's just right to pull Centella asiatica."

  Weilang and the others sighed for a while, then agreed.

  With the participation of Goro Rokuro, not only did he increase his speed of opening up wasteland on Thursday, but also the Centella asiatica at home.

  The dried Centella asiatica was rolled into a ball and put into a sack. On Thursday, Lang carried it, and said: "So much is so heavy, can you sell it at a price?"

  Man Bao was eating candy and doing homework. Hearing this, he raised his head and asked: "Hey, did Brother Fifth go to the drugstore to ask about the price?"

  Everyone looked at each other, "It’s not the drug store that doesn’t accept it, right?"

  Everyone is worried, isn’t it a waste of time these days?

  Man Bao confidently said: "No, sir said, the pharmacy accepts it, and in summer it will boil potions for people who pass by."

   "But it's almost winter now, will the drugstore still ask for it?"

  Passing by, Zhou Dalang heard the words and said: "Tomorrow I will take a bag to the county town to have a look, don’t worry."

  Wu Lang immediately refreshed, "Brother, are you going to the county seat?"

A smile appeared on Zhou Dalang's face and said: "Yes, all the privet at home have been exposed to the sun. My mother asked me to take it to the drugstore tomorrow. If the drugstore is satisfied, we will also pick those in the woods back to dry. "

  Frirang immediately said: "Let's go too!"

  They haven't been to the county for several days, and they are planning to find an excuse to go out and sell the sugar. Man Bao has just been thinking about eating meat in the past two days.

  (End of this chapter)